Alfredo hadn’t been in the country long and he didn’t plan on staying. Amestris wasn’t a bad place at all, but it didn’t really compare to Paris where even living was an art. He rode down the street on his rickety, red bicycle with a baguette, a small square of cheese, and several fresh vegetables. Well, mostly fresh vegetables. Yesterday’s produce was much cheaper. His eyes darted back and forth and he surveyed the city and this turned out to be folly as he rounded the corner and looked forward to see a blonde woman in his path. “Look out!” He shouted, but he feared it was already too late.
